Jack London was so great. I love his stories about the wildness of life. Another story I got from him is White Fang. I didn’t read the book. It is a novel-adapted film. It is made by animation but pretty good.

White Fang was a wolf brought up by an adult dog when he was small as a puppy. He was under protection by the dog which he regarded as mother. In one tough winter, it was too hard for them to find food. At that time, they traveled around and met with the Indians. White Fang followed his mother and lived under the hands of the Indians. Seeing his mother pulled sled for the man, he learned to pull the rope which was tied up with heavy stuff.

When he grew up as an adult wolf, he became the lead dog of the sled team under the command of the Indian man. He learned to be a lead dog and was proud of himself.

Yet, things happened. He was brought away by two evil men. They beat him with the rod which became his biggest fear afterwards. Then he was put in dog fights for them. The wins of dog fights brought huge amount of money for them.

However, there were no generals who won every battle; Napoleon couldn’t, either.

Then he had his third masters—a couple. They showed great kindness to him. He stay in harmony again with human beings.

The two evils came to get White Fang and attacked the couple. In order to protect his masters, who showed him kindness, he was too angry with the two evils and not afraid of the rod any more. He fearlessly broke the rod in two with his fangs and saved the couple’s lives.

Though the bad guys were caught by the police eventually, White fang was not heading to California with the couple. The call of the wild was aroused in his heart. He was finally able enough to come to the wild on his own.

He didn’t need protections any longer. He wasn’t afraid of the world just alone. For he learned he had to survive on his own and he must learn to be able to live by himself.

He went to the wild.

Home was on the feet when he was able to live on his own.